Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2010-11-04 03:49 pm
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Entry tags:
- *ace attorney: apollo justice,
- *ace attorney: miles edgeworth,
- *ace attorney: phoenix wright,
- *artemis fowl: artemis fowl,
- *axis powers hetalia: france,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *disney: donald duck,
- *final fantasy: cecil,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *how i met your mother: barney stinson,
- *kingdom hearts: sora,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *naruto: kisame,
- *nightmare before xmas: jack skellington,
- *one piece: jango,
- *one piece: smoker,
- *ouran high school host club: renge hous,
- *persona 4: rise kujikawa,
- *professor layton: professor layton,
- *umineko no naku koro ni: lucifer,
- accidental video,
- action,
- back in my day,
- boss fight,
- entering the workforce,
- epic fail,
- fucking fuckity fuck,
- goldenrod city,
- goldenrod department store,
- heather is a bad role model,
- ic,
- issues with authority,
- like a boss,
- lol i don't care that i broke the law,
- please kill me,
- video,
- well that was fun
039. Video/Action
[You know how most workplaces have those ridiculous, seemingly-arbitrary rules concerning things like cell phones and mp3 players that make sense in theory but really don't in practice? Well... turns out Johto's no different.]
[The feed flickers on and off a few times so anyone who's looking at Heather's channel is being treated to a sort of trippy view of the ceiling of one of the many floors in the Goldenrod Department Store, jiggling around as though the 'Gear is the subject of a tug-of-war.]
[And uh... judging by the voices that are conversing in heated tones somewhere off-screen, it is.]
I'm telling you for the last time, Temp! NOOOOO PokeGear use during your shift!
It's my break! I'm not even DOING anything right now!
DON'T you backsass me, young lady! I know your type! Traveling trainers who want to make a quick buck-- you're all the SAME!
Wh-- jeez, calm down! I'm not like-- trying to question your authority or something!! Take a chill pill!
YOU ARE OUT OF LINE!
The guys on the fifth floor said they could use their 'Gears during break!
WELL. This isn't the fifth floor, IS it?!
[There's a pause, and then a low, almost inaudible mutter on Heather's part of:]
Oppressive tyrant....
[... But apparently it wasn't inaudible enough.]
BACK IN MY DAY WE HAD TO TIE OUR MESSAGES TO PIDGEYS AND HOPE TO DEAR ARCEUS THAT THEY DIDN'T GET EATEN BY ARBOKS ON THE WAY THERE!!
E-eep!
I HAD TO WALK TWENTY MILES TO WORK EVERY DAY IN BLINDING SNOWSTO--
[The feed clicks off.]
[A very resentful-looking Heather slumped in her seat at the cash register, smoldering darkly and glaring at the file cabinet in the staff-room where her PokeGear had been dumped, locked, and left. The words 'AND YOU CAN HAVE IT AT THE END OF THE DAY IF YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!' were still ringing in her ears.]
[Jutting her chin out resentfully, she planted it on one palm with her scrawny elbow on the counter, plucking uncomfortably at the fairly-silly-looking Department Store clerk's uniform she had to wear. Yes, there was even a cutesy little hat and a popped collar.]
God, it's like high school all over again....
[ooc: Video replies will be answered later in the day when Heather gets off of work and has her PokeGear returned to her!]
[The feed flickers on and off a few times so anyone who's looking at Heather's channel is being treated to a sort of trippy view of the ceiling of one of the many floors in the Goldenrod Department Store, jiggling around as though the 'Gear is the subject of a tug-of-war.]
[And uh... judging by the voices that are conversing in heated tones somewhere off-screen, it is.]
I'm telling you for the last time, Temp! NOOOOO PokeGear use during your shift!
It's my break! I'm not even DOING anything right now!
DON'T you backsass me, young lady! I know your type! Traveling trainers who want to make a quick buck-- you're all the SAME!
Wh-- jeez, calm down! I'm not like-- trying to question your authority or something!! Take a chill pill!
YOU ARE OUT OF LINE!
The guys on the fifth floor said they could use their 'Gears during break!
WELL. This isn't the fifth floor, IS it?!
[There's a pause, and then a low, almost inaudible mutter on Heather's part of:]
Oppressive tyrant....
[... But apparently it wasn't inaudible enough.]
BACK IN MY DAY WE HAD TO TIE OUR MESSAGES TO PIDGEYS AND HOPE TO DEAR ARCEUS THAT THEY DIDN'T GET EATEN BY ARBOKS ON THE WAY THERE!!
E-eep!
I HAD TO WALK TWENTY MILES TO WORK EVERY DAY IN BLINDING SNOWSTO--
[The feed clicks off.]
[A very resentful-looking Heather slumped in her seat at the cash register, smoldering darkly and glaring at the file cabinet in the staff-room where her PokeGear had been dumped, locked, and left. The words 'AND YOU CAN HAVE IT AT THE END OF THE DAY IF YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!' were still ringing in her ears.]
[Jutting her chin out resentfully, she planted it on one palm with her scrawny elbow on the counter, plucking uncomfortably at the fairly-silly-looking Department Store clerk's uniform she had to wear. Yes, there was even a cutesy little hat and a popped collar.]
God, it's like high school all over again....
[ooc: Video replies will be answered later in the day when Heather gets off of work and has her PokeGear returned to her!]
[action]
I've already looked at those. I just couldn't look at the ones on the top shelf! Could you pleeeease check the one on the right? Please?
[action]
[Sucking her lips inwards resentfully, she reached up and, with a spindly hand, checked the one on the right. >8T;;;;;;]
[action]
[he is cute, this is why :>]
[action]
This is highly irregular...
[She growled as she reached for the next ball.]
[action]
[and then, just as she's reaching, he ducks down to scoop a Great Ball off of the bottom shelf. He studies it for a moment, before his expression lights up]
I found it!
[action]
[Must... retain... calm...]
... Will that be all, sonny?
[action]
-- but then he doesn't]
I need a Super Potion, too!
[action]
[action]
Could you help me?
[action]
.... Second aisle to the right.
[PLEASE GO AWAY SMALL CHILD.]
[action]
But it's on the top shelf again.
[action]
[Pursing her lips (doing so made her face look kind of like an anemic raisin. ... That had hair on it), she started to climb down from the stepladder.]
[Thecustomerisalwaysrightthecustomerisalwaysright....]
[action]
Also happily half-skipping to the aisle with the potions now, making sure she's following him]
[action]
All the potions we sell are in exactly the same size. Why do you need a specific one?
[EPIC GRANNY SQUINT.]
[action]
No they're not. I checked. Some of them have more liquid than the others.
[points up to the top shelf] Like that one!
[action]
I'm only going up there once! [she informed him, a little snappily at this point.]
[action]
I want that one! The one aaaaall the way in the back!
[action]
[The ladder wobbled precariously....]
[action]
Almost there!
[action]
[LOOK OUT KAITO THERE ARE INCOMING POTIONS. FALLING EVERYWHERE.]
!!!
[action]
Kaito yelps and darts away from the avalanche to avoid being hit himself]
Oi--!
[action]
[Meanwhile the old bat lets out an appropriately batlike shriek, clinging to the shelves. The ladder has indeed fallen out from underneath her, but at least she hasn't fallen WITH it.]
EEEEK! POLICE! FIRE BRIGADE!
[Aaaaand now there's a multitude of curious faces peeking around the corners of the shelves at all the racket. Now might be a good time to escape the scene of the crime, Kaito!]
[action]
[ooooh there are people watching, and if his time in crime has taught him anything, it's when to leave.
He scoops a potion off of the bottom shelf and salutes at the woman, before DARTING from the aisle toward the register where Heather is.
He looks a bit triumphant! If a bit sheepish]
[action]
Dude, what happened?!
[action]
[sliiiiding her the potion]
Er... if she takes out her frustration on you, 'm sorry! This is for you!
[action]